Tonight was Kelsey's Joy School Christmas party! It was a potluck dinner/FHE for the whole family. The Joy School kids acted out the story of the Nativity and sang a couple of Christmas songs. This time Kelsey played the part of the innkeeper and got to say, "No room" a few times. She did great!
To prepare for this wonderful event, I thought it would be a great idea to bathe our kids. Natalee and Haylee don't really need my help with this but I plopped the 3 youngest in the bathtub together and began scrubbing. Since I had some other things to do still to get ready, I didn't really want to hang out in the bathroom watching the little ones in the tub. So once they were washed I told them it was time to get out. Mackenzie was not very happy about this. She really wanted some time to hang out in the bathtub without the other two kids. I said there wasn't any time and she needed to get out. I had already started letting the water out and was getting Nathan and Kelsey wrapped in their towels. Finally I said, "I'm going to go to the kitchen and get a glass of cold water and when I get back I'm going to dump it into the bathtub so you better get out while I'm gone."
Mackenzie started screaming that she didn't have her towel because she wanted her Tinkerbell towel. I left the bathroom to get her the Tinkerbell towel and she assumed I was headed to the kitchen and started screaming bloody murder. I walked back in, tossed her the towel, and told her she had her towel so now I was headed to the kitchen to get the water. By this time the tub was completely empty and she was just hanging out naked in it.
As I headed to the kitchen, I could hear her screaming all about how she hated me. The first time one of my children told me this horrible thing I was really upset. But I'm getting immune to it knowing that I will be loved again very soon. I brought back an empty cup and Mackenzie STILL wouldn't get out of the tub. She finally hopped out to attack me but then hopped back in. So I pulled her out and sent her to her room with the promise that if she didn't knock it off and get dressed immediately I would be finding a babysitter for her so she couldn't come with us to the Christmas party. She headed to her room after that but continued to scream in the hall that she hated me and I was the worst mommy in the whole world.
"I bet the worst mommy in the whole world hits her kids," I said. "Do you
want me to be the worst mommy in the whole world?"
"You already are!" I was told.
"Well I don't hit you, and I don't lock you up in a closet, and I don't ever burn you. Did you know there are mommies that do those things? Don't you think those might be the worst mommies in the world?"
Mackenzie's expression softened for just a moment as I imagine she was feeling sadness for the kids who have to go through those terrible things. Then she looked up at me with a frown and said, "Well, you
are the worst mommy in
California."
P.S. At the Joy School party tonight the kids wrote on cards that said, "My gift to Jesus is..." Mackenzie finished hers with "Love" and then wrote "I love you" on the inside of the card and gave it to me. I asked her if this meant she didn't think I was the worst mommy in California anymore. She told me I was the best mommy in the world and she loved me. Then she gave me a big hug and kiss. I knew it!